Encounter With Moms Sis

This piece is dedicated to me friend Rekha who provided me the info and I made it into a story and posted here.

Over the past ten years I've come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year old from the strict religious Hindu upbringing to, with the possible exception of my Mausi Rani, the best randi to be found. I left home when I was 18 to attend college in Chandigarh. My parents were very strict; my father is a Saadhu and my mother was a devout Hindu and strict principal.

They only agreed to my going to school there if I stayed with my Mausi Rani, who lived within a few blocks of the college. Rani was only ten years older than me but had a master's degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little we knew. I arrived at Mausi Rani's house in June, two and a half months before my classes were to begin. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the very best she had. She didn't look at all like the photographs we had of her back home.

Mausi Rani was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters. Rani lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and had a chauffeur driven Ambassador. When I asked her how she could afford all of these nice things living by her, she just smiled and didn't say much. Your departed Uncle left me very wealthy and that she were in the "entertainment" industry and she didn't bother to elaborate. She was somewhat mysterious about her work and odd hours. But I was to learn soon enough.

It all started about three weeks after I moved in. Mausi Rani had gone out, dressed to kill and carrying her purple gym bag, as she always did. Alone in the house, I was in her bedroom looking through her drawers for a pair of pantyhose when I found a ten-inch vibrator underneath some of her black-lace panties. I couldn't believe what I had found. I'd heard about dildos and vibrators used by western girls back home, but I'd never actually seen one before, let alone used one. As I switched it on, its vibrations sent a shiver through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Not expecting Mausi Rani to come home for a few hours, I let curiosity and temptation get the best of me.

I was soon almost hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new find. Holding the vibrator to my breasts, I could feel my nipples getting harder and my crotch and panties getting wetter and wetter. This was all so new to me, but it felt so good that I just couldn't help exploring my entire body with it. Well, I can tell you it didn't take long for me to strip naked and fall back on Rani's big brass bed with my new toy. I even titled her big mirror in such a way that I could watch myself. After teasing myself with it, I placed the tip of the vibrator into my moist, steaming crack and pushed it gently. As I watched it slowly slip into me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around it. With both hands working that vibrator in and out of my hot little cunt, I was soon beside myself in ecstasy. That after noon I came in one loud and thunderous orgasm after another. It was GREAT!

I felt so deliciously wicked and nasty watching myself masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn't stop. I must have been at it for quite some time. I was so absorbed with ramming that humming fucker in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like an animal that I didn't hear my Mausi come into the house. You can just imagine my embarrassment when I finally looked up and saw her with one arm up leaning in the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face. (She later told me that she had been standing there enjoying my "performance" for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her, I was wracked by another mind-blowing orgasm. I was out of the house for much of the next afternoon, still feeling quite embarrassed. When I returned home around six o'clock, I saw my Mausi's car in the driveway and went straight to my room.

As I entered the doorway I was surprised to find a brightly wrapped package on my bed. Attached to the package was a note which read: "Since you seemed to enjoy mine so much, I thought it was time you had one of your own, baby. With love, Rani." I ripped into the package to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo. I rushed downstairs to find Rani waiting for me in the living room. She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, and wearing a short purple silk sari that barely covered her shapely ass or her proud, jutting, 38-inch breasts. She had that by-now-familiar coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood before me--wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to her, we embraced. I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I'd never forget and that would change me forever. After our touching embrace, Mausi Rani went to the kitchen and returned with a silver tray of banana's, cucumbers, loki, two chilled glasses, and a bottle of wine.

Next she dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn't have been surprised that it wasn't a musical tape, but the erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking that Rani and one of her lovers had made. For the next half hour I sat on the sofa opposite Rani as she made an erotic show of sucking the bananas, cucumbers. Occasionally, between slurping banana and sipping wine, she would slip her hand down to finger her twat, and then slowly suck the pussy juice from her fingers. After some more of this, she stood up and said, "It's time we expanded your horizons, sweet baby." She took me by the hand and led me into another more private room.

The lights were dimmed real low except for some stage light-type lamps hung from the ceiling, which bathed the table in a warm, pinkish glow. The table was covered with an orchid-color sating quilt, and Rani had about a dozen of her favorite vibrators and dildos lined up along the edge of it within easy reach. She placed me in a big easy chair, which had been pushed up to where I had an unobstructed view. She put on a tape of Bollywood hits music, with a slow, heavy beat and a lot of dhamka. She lit some agarbhati and said, "You wanted to know what I do in the entertainment industry. Well, Mausi Rani's gonna entertain you."

I was so excited. Rani walked around behind the table and stood with her back to me. She shot me a sultry "fuck me" smile over her shoulder as she deftly slipped off her sari, letting it fall to the table in one swift, catlike motion. There she was, kneeling in front of me, resting on her knees, legs bent under and her thighs spread wide. Her thatch of black pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. Rani reached back without looking, and selected a 14-inch vibrator that not only moved in and out like a piston but also made small circular motions while it hummed and vibrated. It was so big that she could just barely wrap her hand all the way around it. She was moaning softly as she worked that vibrator over her gorgeous creamy skin colored body, paying special attention to her jutting boobs.

Her dark brown areolas were as big as one-rupee coins and her nipples stuck out hard as rocks. She held each breast to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva. Turning her attention to her steaming hot crack, she ran that pulsating dildo up and down over her cunt lips and clit, moaning louder all the time. Then she brought the dildo, now gleaming with her cunt juice, up to her hungry mouth and licked and sucked it from its bulbous head down to the base. Still kneeling in front of me, her twat and thighs glistening from the flow of her pussy juice, she set the vibrator on full speed and slowly guided its massive cock head into her cunt, taking all 14 inches of it. Then she slowly pulled it almost all the way out.

Using both hands, she rammed that big fucker in and out at least a dozen times in rhythm to the music, of Choli Ke Peeche, moaning like a whore in heat. On the last upstroke, Rani left that massive vibrator pulsating and churning deep inside her cunt at full speed, using her well-conditioned vaginal muscles to hold it in. Next, she spun around quickly on to her knees and elbows, thrusting her beautiful ass toward the ceiling. She began playing with her clit while the dildo was humming away inside her. Within seconds, Rani's entire body was shuddering in a violent orgasm that brought tears to her eyes. It was incredible watching her wailing out loud like a wild animal, hips and ass undulating in rhythm to the music, of, I love you, from Mr. India, as she fucked herself. Rani had all the practiced movements of a real pro. I couldn't believe it.

Without missing a beat, she spun around again, kneeling, thighs spread wide. She then leaned back and, again without looking, put a hand over the far edge of the table. When she pulled back up, she was holding a beautiful 12-inch life like rubber cock that was covered in gulab jamun syrup. Rani shook her head, her beautiful mane of black hair falling away from her face. There was a look of pure unadulterated lust in her eyes as she dangled that glistening monster cock over her face. Slowly she lowered it and tickled its head and underside with her darting tongue. Resting on one elbow for support, she raised it up slightly, arching her back and neck. She then brought the sticky, dripping dildo to her hot waiting mouth.

Clear syrup, oozing from her glossy wet lips, ran down her chin and cheeks as she slurped and sucked the dildo into her mouth, devouring it deeper and deeper until she had finally deep-throated it all the way to the very base of its rigid shaft, moaning loudly with pure pleasure and delight the whole time. Completely oblivious to everything else, Rani, thighs splayed wide, used one hand to slowly pull the rubber cock from her mouth and stroked the steaming slit of her cunt with the other. As she withdrew the cock from her pursed lips, leaving only a slender thread of syrup and saliva between the two, her tongue darted out to lick up the excess around her smiling, wet mouth. The vibrator in Rani's cunt was still giving her full measure and, caught up in another approaching orgasm, she began to writhe and squirm. Her hips and ass were rising in response to that incredible fuck onslaught. Now using her hands to pinch and pull her rock-hard nipples, Rani went over the brink.

Her voice rising to a near wail, she went off like crazy. Her entire body bucked and jerked wildly like an electric shock had been applied to her, the whole time moaning and crying out with physical release and pleasure. No doubt Rani was enjoying and savoring every minute of it. I was really enjoying it, too. This was the most fantastic thing I had ever seen. I didn't know it was possible for a woman to give herself so much pleasure and satisfaction. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The show wasn't over yet. After that last orgasm, Rani didn't miss a beat. Repositioning herself on the table, she placed a heel in each of the corner pockets for support.

With renewed vigor, she immediately launched into a routine of hot, nonstop action and one almost continuous orgasm after another. And each one seemed better than the last. Before it was over, Rani had used all seven vibrators and five dildos that she had laid out on the table. Even she lost track of how many orgasms she had had. When she was through, I glanced at my watch and realized that she had been going at it hot and heavy for over an hour. Rani rolled over to face me, her head propped up in one hand, tousled hair across her face. One leg was bent at the knee, giving me a full view as she gently stroked her hot juicy crack and massaged the insides of her aching thighs. I was so excited just from watching her.

My own nipples were hard and taut against the material of my blouse, and my crotch and panties were soaked through. When Rani smiled that smile of hers and asked me if I would like to join her "onstage," I didn't hesitate for a second. Mausi Rani was sweet and gentle as she watched me treat myself to the pleasures I had just seen her enjoy. Using my new vibrator, as well as my own fingers, I learned how to bring myself off in countless orgasms. It felt sooo good! Not as good as sweet loving she gave me.

Any female having a similar experience may please write back.